Asking For The Truth Is Absurd... - Poem by Mohammed Ata
There are many things which are far from us now
Try to recall a few of them
Tell me what you remember of our life
Is time blurred with dust?
Our memories looking for a happy ending
Does this hurt so much?
Of course, that doesn’t mean I want old life back.
How I’m throwing my life?
Now, your sound is far away,
Are you scared?
Are you still with me?
Why the dust covers the sun?
I asked myself again and again
Questions unanswered and solution, unseen
Asking for the truth is absurd
No one cares about the rocks that burden my shoulder
I look around my modest shelter
Asking myself why should I carry this load
Who would truly care to understand why life is too much with me
I wrack my brain minute after minute
And all you do is wait.
Life taught me to think and listen
Am I think for too long and I miss my chance to speak?
What am I really learning?
Do I really have anything to say?
Why luck doesn’t smile?
Why loyal doesn’t wake up?
Everything is dead and gone.
But what can I do?
Is this my destiny?
I’m going to be alone with my wistful smile
It is a beginning.
And I know that the first step is the hardest.
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